Another Boring Friday Night Shift

Last night was just another Friday and another shift at the bar. I don't mind working; it's a solid job, pays well enough, and it beats sitting around doing nothing. But sometimes, like last night, you wonder if there isn't more to life than mixing drinks and serving overpriced cocktails all evening long. There was this one guy who came in looking for the party but left with his tail between his legs after a few rounds of shots gone wrong, classic Friday night story. It's not that I'm unsociable or anything, just that every night feels like Groundhog Day when you're behind this bar all week long. Maybe next week I'll start thinking about something different to do on my days off.